An overdose of Pink Martini
Welcome, baby, to reality.

Sometimes seeing too clearly can be disenchanting
You learn that success and happiness can be fleeting

My illusions were that of Certainty bearers
The arrogant achiever.

Clear goals and dreams
The illusions of being within reach.

I still see the Light although these days
It's getting more tempting to exit the side route of the highway.

The seesaw tips too easily
When a grain of sand is added.

Stainless steel chain links
Cold but welcoming on naked skin.

O, pour the liquid mercury
Smooth and gliding globules all over my soul.

I walk into the breeze
It's so hard to neither sink nor disappear.

Disequlibria
It's tiring. Lonely. The onset of a gradual phobia....

Am I heading towards an extreme polarity?
O, how simple the trappings seem.

Changing lanes ain't easy
E'en though on the same road I remain.

A state of Blindedness might be easier.
But if unaware, I'd fall deeper into the sinister snares.

-Yours truly
veintiseis de agosto